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Scar has a problem.
Well, not quite. His life has been going great, in fact! He’s doing well in his classes, he has a thriving social life with a good circle of friends, a perfect little kitten named Jellie and, of course, his beautiful boyfriend.
After sleeping together during their second year of uni and then dancing around their feelings while living together for two years, it all came to a head when they slept together again a couple months ago. They finally talked about everything afterward, staying up cuddling and talking all night, and well, by next morning the two were finally a couple.
They’d told their friends a few weeks ago, or more accurately, Mumbo walked in on them making out and then cheered so loud, running out of the apartment claiming he’d “won big time” and that “Cub was gonna eat his words”. After that, the gossip spread through their friend group like fire, money getting exchanged as apparently there’d been multiple bets riding on their relationship - which they both pretended to be offended by, but in fact, lied and scammed their friends to split the profits - and by the end of the week it was common knowledge that the two were dating.
So, all in all, Scar had a pretty good thing going right now. The only problem was, well… He couldn’t stop thinking about edging his boyfriend until he cried.
Now , that wouldn’t exactly be a problem, per say, but since he and Grian had gotten together they’d only had vanilla sex. Which Scar didn’t mind or anything, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the night they got together. Grian’s inability to come without permission, his desperation, the way he begged Scar to fuck him, it was all so delicious .
Grian hadn’t brought anything up since then though, and Scar assumed he was simply too embarrassed and let him be. It’s not as if he wasn’t enjoying their lovey-dovey honeymoon phase, and sex with Grian was always fun, especially sappy sex, sweet and gentle with soft giggles interspersed in between.
But, well, besides some light dirty talk and plenty of praise, they hadn't really delved into anything more. And Scar really, really , wanted to explore that side of Grian more. The blond was too stubborn and headstrong in everyday life, it was such a rush to see him desperate and begging, and Scar craved more.
He let out another sigh, sprawling on the couch next to his aforementioned boyfriend. Grian looked up from his laptop, glasses low on his nose, throwing Scar a bemused look. Seeing his boyfriends pouting face, he also sighed and put his laptop down on the table, whatever assignment he was working on temporarily forgotten.
“Alright,” he started, voice already tinged with disappointment although he couldn’t help but be amused by his lover’s antics, “what’s wrong?”
Scar, master manipulator and professional conman, put on his best puppy dog eyes as his boyfriend looked at him. “What makes you think something’s wrong?”
“That’s the fifth time you’ve sighed in the past twenty minutes, Scar! Don’t play dumb with me,” he chides, throwing Scar a stern look.
Scar smiled, all big and sweet and sits up from where he’s half laying on the couch. He puts one hand on Grian’s face, the thumb tracing the skin softly before bringing him in for a kiss. “I love it when you look all annoyed with me with those glasses on,” he teases in between kisses, “really gets me going.”
Grian rolls his eyes and fists Scar’s shirt bringing him in for another kiss, this one more aggressive than the soft trading of lips they’d done before. Scar coaxes his mouth open with his tongue and Grian lets him, giving him access to the soft palate and sharp teeth. Scar traces them all with his tongue before pulling back slightly his own teeth snagging his boyfriend’s lower lip. Grian whines into his mouth and Scar pulls away with a satisfied smirk, leaning their foreheads together.
They take a moment to simply breathe, Grian trying to get his bearings and Scar admiring him, before he opens his eyes again and levels the taller man with a softer look, a stab of guilt going through Scar as he notices the poorly concealed concern underneath.
“Seriously, though, what’s wrong?” He inquires, gently knocking his forehead against Scar’s.
Scar dramatically sighs again and pulls back a bit, hands coming up to rest on Grian’s shoulders. He looks away, debating whether this is the time to bring up what’s been plaguing him, and then back to the soft yet unyielding concern in Grian’s eyes. Well , he never could say no to Grian.
“I want to edge you ‘till you’re crying,” he blurts out.
Grian blinks at him for a moment, mouth parting in shock, before his face erupts in flames and he covers it with his hands.
“Scar!” He shouts, voice muffled by his palms. “You can’t just say that!”
Scar laughs at him, nervousness slightly dissipating at the silly atmosphere.
“No, but seriously though. I want to edge you,” he insists, his own hands grabbing Grian’s and pulling them away from his face, one hand holding both of the other’s wrists and the other gripping his chin, forcing his gaze back on him. “I want you to be so desperate you’re begging for me to fuck you. I want you to beg to cum and I want to say no .”
Grian’s pupils are blown out, black consuming the dark brown of his eyes, sunkissed cheeks painted crimson. His mouth is slightly parted, although this time it’s not from shock but want . Scar smirks.
“What do you think birdie?”
Grian nods wordlessly.
“Amazin’” Scar releases his grip on Grian, throwing him a cheeky smile and laying back down on the couch.
Grian looks at him with an incredulous expression.
“You can’t just say that and then go back as if nothing happened??” His frustration bleeds through his voice but Scar merely smirks at him.
“I didn’t mean right now!” He says casually with a big grin. “Besides, I know , you have an assignment you need to be working on, mister! So you better stop procrastinating and get back on that.”
Grian makes a frustrated noise and gestures with his hands, as if he is considering strangling Scar himself but then decides the effort is simply not worth it. He slumps back down and glares at his laptop.
After a minute of silent stewing, he seemingly gives up, standing up suddenly and putting his hands on his hips.
“Well!” He says, clapping his hands together. “I’m gonna go take a shower then. A cold one. All by myself,” he adds as he starts walking away, already taking his shirt off. “It’s gonna be oh so lonely and cold… oh well.” He looks at Scar one last time over his shoulder before moving to the bathroom, taking his shorts off just before the door is closed, giving Scar - who is already clenching the fabric of the couch with white knuckles - a peak of his boxers.
***
Grian moans again as he’s pushed against the cold, slick shower wall, Scar on his knees in front of him, mouthing at his heat.
Scar’s only a man after all, his self control waned at the sight of his beautiful boyfriend, half naked and beckoning him. So here he is, in the shower, eating him out like a starving man. His hands push Grian’s things further apart, placing his legs on top of his shoulders instead, Grian crying out at the change in position. His tongue delves deeper, breaching his hole and Scar moans at the taste of his boyfriend.
“God, you taste so good baby,” he moans, finger joining his tongue in Grian’s cunt. Grian’s only response is a high pitched whine, open mouthed panting in the steam of the shower.
They’d been at this for the past twenty minutes, Scar working Grian up further and further with nowhere to go. At first, Scar had teased him with just the shower head, under the pretence of helping him “clean up”. The humiliation burning in his veins and the pressured warm water cascading over his folds and dick got him desperate way too fast, the thought that he wasn’t gonna get to come at the end of this only fanning the flames inside him.
And then Scar got on his knees and got his mouth on him and well, Grian was a goner. Tears are streaming down his face, the water washing them away faster than they come as Scar brings him closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re gonna be a good boy and tell me when you’re close, won’t you princess?” His mouth pauses its ministrations for a moment, pulling back to speak against his thigh, although his hand is undeterred.
Grian’s head feels as foggy as the bathroom air, full of steam, empty but for the lust gnawing on his insides. He hears Scar’s rumbly voice but doesn’t register any of the words until a harsh hand comes down on his thigh, making him cry out, his eyes opening and hands flying out from where they were perched on the damp wall. The pain brings him out of his haze, and he looks down at Scar with wide teary eyes.
“I asked you a question, slut,” he demands, cruel hand not stopping. Grian whines, trying to think back through the fog in his brain, the haze of lust clouding his thoughts as Scar continues working his fingers into him. He nods quickly once he realises what Scar’s asking him.
“Words, princess.” Scar throws him an unimpressed look, pausing but for a moment.
“Yes, yes Scar I’ll tell you, please,” he begs, tears of frustration clogging his throat.
Scar grins at him, a bit too mean, and bites down at his thigh, working the skin there to leave a mark before his tongue soothes it.
“Good boy.”
Grian thinks he might die.
***
Grian is tied to his own bed. It is later that same day and Scar had not left him alone . He thought that his boyfriend might give in sooner or later and make him come, that his big talk from earlier was just that, all talk.
But no .
Whatever Grian did the entire day would be interrupted in one way or another. After they got out of the shower, Grian dripping wet in more ways than one, Scar had pulled him into his bed and fucked him sweet and slow until he came inside. Then he got some clean underwear from his dresser, pulled them over Grian’s legs - making sure to push back in all the cum that had dripped out with his fingers, to Grian’s great pleasure and dismay - patted him on his - now clothed - butt and left the room.
Grian was left on Scar’s bed, frustrated and aroused out of his mind .
When he finally got his bearings enough to put on clothes and move to the living room, sitting on his designated seat on the couch and pulling his laptop closer; considering maybe working on his beloathed assignment again since his boyfriend had decided to be mean today, Scar instead pulled him on his lap. Grian whined and grumbled, but Scar held steady until he settled.
Every time he would get focused enough to actually get some work done though, something would distract him. A hand teasingly running up and down his side, a puff of air on the sensitive spot on his neck, and as Scar grew more bored, a bolder teasing bite, or a few stray fingers so tantalisingly close to his cunt.
Needless to say that Grian wasn’t any closer to completing his assignments as he was yesterday.
Later, when Grian was making dinner; it was his turn tonight after all, he thought Scar was busy with something or another, and he was gratefully taking a few minutes to enjoy the quiet. The mindless repetitive task started cooling the burning flames in his gut and Grian sighed with relief.
No sooner than Grian had that thought, there were big hands on his hips, pulling his body closer to the one behind him. Before he could protest (not that he would ) those same hands were lowering his boxers - he hadn’t bothered to put on pants when Scar was obviously in a mood today - and two fingers were inside his aching hole. An anguished moan fell from his throat, legs trembling at the sensation.
Scar had explained with glee that since he was such a good boy, what with making them a meal and all, he was gonna get a treat while it was cooking. Then he’d pulled him back by his hair, Grian moaning unabashedly at the feeling, and pushed him over the kitchen table. Grian let his face rub against the cooling surface, before once again he was being pulled by his hair, forced to lock his gaze on the timer he’d set on the oven for when the food would be ready. He only had one job, Scar explained condescendingly, to not let the food burn. And then he started fucking him.
It was excruciatingly slow for Grian, who liked it hard and fast at the best of times, but especially after being edged for god knows how long. The timer ticked down slowly, the seconds and minutes blurring together, the slow drag of Scar’s cock inside him making all his thoughts leak right out of his cunt. Where his boyfriend had gotten this newfound patience Grian would love to know, considering the man was usually more excitable than a puppy.
Scar had fucked him slowly on the kitchen table until he came inside him again , pulling his drenched boxers back up and patting his cunt. Grian, dazed and fucked stupid, stood up at Scar’s prompting to finish preparing the food.
Which brings him to his current predicament, as mentioned before, tied to his own bed. After they’d finished eating - a respite that Grian was eternally grateful for, else his dick might fall off - Scar had dragged him to his room and gestured to the bed.
Grian sat down obediently, hands clutching his thighs to not stray where he wanted them most, gaze following Scar around the room curiously. He turned to face him after a moment, Grian’s face erupting into flames and his breaths speeding up at the sight of what he was holding.
There, innocuously in Scar’s hands, looking as innocent as ever was a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs. Scar shushed him when he tried to stammer out excuses - they were a gag gift, honest - so he just gulped and stayed silent.
“I’m gonna use these to tie you up here,” Scar started, threateningly moving closer to the bed, “and then I’m gonna get your favourite vibrator and edge you until the rest of your brain has leaked out of that pretty cunt of yours.” Scar states this as a fact, but the look he throws Grian, gentle and questioning, makes him realise what this really is; a check-in. Grian appreciates it, even though he feels like he may die from how horny he is, the embers in his stomach reignite with Scar’s words. He wants Scar to edge him until he cries.
He’s unsure of how else to communicate this in the moment, so he scrambles to get his knees under him on the bed and then leans up, hands squirming around Scar’s neck to pull him down. Scar watches him curiously, eyes lighting up with amusement, smiling at his boyfriend when he realises his request.
He bends over and kisses him deeply, soft lips against soft lips. Grian sighs into his mouth, grateful for the understanding and the gentle moment between them. His hands tangle into his boyfriend's long hair, pulling him closer until Scar almost tumbles into the bed with him. They break apart with a laugh, resting their foreheads together.
“Good?” Scar whispers, nothing but adoration in his gaze as he gazes at his boyfriend’s blushing face.
“Good,” Grian mumbles, pulling Scar back in for a quick kiss, before laying back down with an expectant air.
Scar grins at him sharply, grabbing his hands and positioning them on the headboard. Grian’s shirt had gotten lost at some point during the walk to the bedroom and he shivers at the vulnerability of the position. Scar must notice cause he runs a soothing hand down his side, although that does nothing but make goosebumps rise along his skin, making Grian shiver again.
He leans back with a self satisfied smile and presses a kiss to Grian’s lips before pulling away. Grian instinctively goes to follow when he gets abruptly stopped and he remembers the handcuffs now holding him in place. He gulps harshly, getting ready for what he knows is gonna be pure torture.
After making sure Grian is securely restrained, Scar leaves the room. Grian makes a sound of confusion, but Scar pays it no mind, making a mad dash through the apartment to his own room. There’s a few more materials he needs for his plan tonight after all, and he does not plan on wasting the opportunity of having Grian all tied up and at his mercy. They’d talked about it, of course , they’d talked about it, Scar is not that evil. They’ve been friends for years and dating for months, and Scar is confident that he knows Grian’s boundaries pretty well and that the loudmouthed blond would have no problem asking him to stop if he went over the line. That doesn’t mean he can’t take advantage of this opportunity to have some fun though.
He makes his way back with the promised vibrator, some lube, some water for his poor boy’s rehydration and a pair of headphones.
“Hi baby,” he grins wickedly, settling on the bed in front of Grian. “God you’re sopping wet princess,” he giggles as he runs a teasing finger at the front of Grian’s boxers which are, indeed, completely soaked through. “Poor baby, you’re so needy, huh? Don’t worry, I got something to help with that.”
Grian is whining and squirming, although he can’t move a lot with his hands immobilised and his legs held down by Scar. He feels insane, the heat inside him making him so desperate all he can do is open mouth pant and stare at Scar with pleading eyes. He pulls off his underwear slowly, Grian feeling the sting of humiliation as they stick to him, strands of wetness following the pair of boxers and leaking down the bedsheets. Grian flushes, seeing the amount of cum leaking out of him. He feels like a whore and it only serves to make him more desperate. He hears Scar gasp, and his gaze jerks up, looking at Scar's face, but his eyes are locked onto Grian’s fluttering hole.
“ God , Grian, if I wasn’t with you all day, I’d be wondering who you fucked to have this much cum leaking out of you. You really are such a slut. Maybe being a good little cumdump is all you’re good for, hm?” Grian moans loudly, tears gathering at his eyes from the degradation. He’s so close , if only Scar would touch him. He tries to communicate the pleading with his eyes, brain not functioning enough to make his mouth form words.
“Good thing I’m here to help you fulfil your purpose,” Scar mutters, finally putting the vibrator up against his dick and turning it all the way up.
Grian cries out at the sudden stimulation, the tears gathered in his eyes falling, a sob escaping his throat. It’s so much, too much, he’s immediately tethering on the edge.
“Sc- Sca- close, Scar-” he gasps out, trying to warn the other, remembering his promise from earlier, wanting to be good .
Scar hums, looking unbothered. He holds the vibrator there for a moment longer, relishing on Grian’s desperate gasping and choking as he struggles to not go over the edge. He finally pulls it away and Grian sobs with anguish and relief. He tries to breathe, a hair's breadth away from the orgasm he’d been craving all day, but his body floods with the submissive haze of being good, something warm and proud.
“Poor thing,” Scar mumbles condescendingly, “you must’ve been so close. That must have been so hard, princess.” His hands are running up and down Grian’s thighs in a soothing gesture, gaze locked to Grian’s face drinking in his reaction.
Grian nods desperately, eyes squeezed shut, still trying to get his trembling body under control. “M- mean,” he gasps out accusatory, voice teary and weak. Scar laughs, loud and vicious.
“I think you might need some help with that, G,” Scar chuckles, making Grian open his eyes to look at the other questioningly. Scar pulls out the headphones and smirks evilly at him, but Grian’s brain is too sluggish to catch up to the implications. “I think you might need to freshen up on your conditioning, relearn how to be a good boy,” Scar elaborates and Grian feels his heart drop and face erupt in flames, painted an even darker crimson.
Oh .
Scar wants this to go on longer than just today. Scar wants him to be unable to come without permission.
His brain goes fuzzy and his heart beats faster as he processes this information. Scar is still looking at him, expression open and waiting, and Grian knows that if he wants to back out now’s the time. He can just tell Scar he doesn’t want this and his wonderful boyfriend will probably make him come his brains out and then cuddle him to sleep. But… he is so horny. And he wants to be good so bad. He wants to be good for Scar.
“Please,” he whispers, voice cracking.
“Hm? What was that, birdie?” Scar asks teasingly, but also to get verbal confirmation from Grian before proceeding.
“Please,” Grian repeats, voice louder but still shaky, “help me be a good boy. I wanna be good for you, Scar, please.”
Scar’s heart melts at his boy’s beautiful pleading and his blood rushes to his dick. He pulls Grian in for a kiss, a hungry, messy, one full of spit and tongues and teeth.
“Anything for you, princess,” he smirks before putting on the noise cancelling headphones on Grian’s head, making sure they’re positioned right and blocking his hearing.
A few seconds of silence, and then, a familiar file starts playing. The one that Grian had “accidentally” hypnotized himself with all those months ago. Only, this one is slightly different, he realises as the voice starts speaking. It's Scar .
It’s Scar’s soft voice telling him to relax, it’s Scar’s low timbre urging him to sink, it’s Scar commanding him to obey. Grian feels himself get even more wet, cunt drooling as well as his open mouth, mind going pliant immediately. He feels so hazy, brain shutting off except for the desire to be good, to relax, to obey . He feels the vibrations start back up, now much lower in intensity and positioned so deliciously over his dick. He opens his eyes - when had they closed? - and sees the familiar green of Scar’s eyes greeting him with a bright grin.
“Have fun, birdie,” he faintly hears him say, the real him, as he stands up off the bed and does a two finger salute before heading for the door. The last thing Grian remembers is Scar reaching for the light switch, flicking off the lights, and just like that his brain goes blank.